letra de had too - lil blade
[chorus: lil blade]
i ain’t never lied, i ain’t had to
n-gga, get up out my business, i ain’t ask you
f-cked her and her best-friend, this what that bag do
i ain’t trippin’ on you, baby, i done had you
[post-chorus: gt]
i need a mansion, i need a fast coupe
i got a bad b-tch, she gettin’ cash too
my n-gga cookin’ up, now we call it fast-food
come f-ck with us, show you what that cash do
[verse 1: lil blade]
i ain’t drop, it’s too much money bein’ made
if i show you what i did, you would be amazed
she don’t talk about her n-gga, he must be a lame
i ain’t comin’ out the crib, unless i’m gettin’ paid
what yall n-ggas doin’? yall ain’t doin’ sh-t
see my name up in her phone, then you threw a fit
yall and uncle ice, i’m more like money mitch
b-tch, get her off my d-ck and go and get some chick
your girl said she couldn’t wait ‘til i touched down
whether it’s watches or the phones, they gettin’ bussed down
if i ain’t on it, then you know my n-ggas is
and all that rent a rental, when i pulled up in a benz
hurtin’ all these lil’ n-ggas’ feelin’s, that’s a bad habit
me and cuz made a k!llin’ off them addresses
in the a, where i’m chillin’ with the baddest b-tch
and you stuck up at the crib, still ain’t havin’ sh-t, n-gga
[chorus: lil blade]
i ain’t never lied, i ain’t had to
n-gga, get up out my business, i ain’t ask you
f-cked her and her best-friend, this what that bag do
i ain’t trippin’ on you, baby, i done had you
[post-chorus: gt]
i need a mansion, i need a fast coupe
i got a bad b-tch, she gettin’ cash too
my n-gga cookin’ up, now we call it fast-food
come f-ck with us, show you what that cash do
[verse 2: gt]
in one day, make a $100k
and i ain’t have to touch a pill, did it off the weight
switched rentals, now we in a different state
people switched in my face when i got some cake
for some odd reason, they think you owe ‘em some’
same ones when i was down, they ain’t throw me nothin’
in and out of spots, hit another block
why n-ggas worried ‘bout me? worry ‘bout your opps
smokin’ on some runtz, pickin’ out a crop
i might rock the off-white and do the gucci socks
my lil’ n-gga scammed me, i f-ck with grams
i don’t do no hand-to-hands or the instagram
the work come in, the trap finna slam
n-gga, close the curtains and watch for the van
this b-tch on fire, nba jam
we got a plug on a fire in the grand tent[?]
[chorus: lil blade]
i ain’t never lied, i ain’t had to
n-gga, get up out my business, i ain’t ask you
f-cked her and her best-friend, this what that bag do
i ain’t trippin’ on you, baby, i done had you
[post-chorus: gt]
i need a mansion, i need a fast coupe
i got a bad b-tch, she gettin’ cash too
my n-gga cookin’ up, now we call it fast-food
come f-ck with us, show you what that cash do
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